Starting over sucks. At
forty, Miles Koprowski thought he had life all figured out. He had a nice car,
a hot young lover, and a cushy job… and then he didn’t. Call it fate, or
karma, or a downturn in the market, but this opinionated cynic is now forced
to play rent-a-cop in a dying office building in the burbs just to make ends
meet. Throw in an unhinged ex, a coworker who hates him, and a hot new boss,
and suddenly everything is uncertain.

Miles doesn’t plan on
liking the night shift or becoming embroiled in a mystery that reawakens old
passions and puts him in danger. And he certainly doesn’t plan on falling for
the overbearing head of security, Colton Decker, former soldier and doting
dad. But nights like these can change a man, make him start to believe there’s
more to life than a high paying job and a warm body in his bed. With a thief
on the loose and his new job in jeopardy, Miles will have to decide what’s
truly important. He might discover things he
never knew he wanted… as long as he makes itthrough the night.

Excerpt:

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumb—” I
managed to sputter before my mouth stopped working entirely and dropped open.
The ability to speak, to think, deserted me at the first sight of the hunky
stranger standing in front of me, his face contorted with apology as he tried
to mop up my sodden jacket with a handful of napkins. He was a few inches
taller than me—closer to six feet—and on the stocky side. His broad shoulders
filled out a nicely tailored suit, and he projected an air of confidence that I’d
never be able to pull off in a million years. He was clean-shaven too, with a
dark buzz cut that made me long to run a hand over his head simply to feel the
texture. And gorgeous. Did I happen to mention that?

In short, he was the kind of guy you’d want to be
stranded with on a deserted island; the kind you could count on to save you. If you were so inclined. Me? I didn’t
need saving.

A pair of friendly, light-colored eyes now stared
back at me, bemused. Odd that his lips were moving, but no sound was coming
out.

“What?” I asked, blinking back to attention. I
couldn’t remember the last timeanyone had literally made me speechless. Me, Miles Koprowski,
who never met a silence he didn’t want to fill.

Hell, I couldn’t recall the last timeI’d been on the receiving end of a
full-body pat-down either. At least not so quickly. His hands were still
drifting over my chest, wiping up the last drips of coffee, and the simple
touch was doing alarming things to my heart rate.

“Are you okay?” he demanded. “Did you get burned?”
Before I could react, he seized my wrist and held my hand up for inspection.
Strong, lightly calloused fingers, I added to my mental list. Working hands.
Dumbly, I looked down. The skin on the back of my right hand was red and stung
like a son of a bitch, but it wasn’t blistering. I did flinch slightly when he
skimmed his thumb over the sensitive area, but not from pain, more from the
touch itself. My entire body lit up, as though I’d stuck a finger in an
electrical socket. “It doesn’t look too bad. I think you’ll live. Put some
aloe on it when you get home.”

CHRIS SCULLY lives in Toronto, Canada where
she grew up spinning romantic stories in her head. When the tedium of a
corporate day job grew too much, she took a chance and found her creative
escape in writing. Always searching for something different, she has
discovered a home in M/M romance and strives to give her characters the happy
endings they deserve.

What is the book you would bring with you on a desert island?That is so tough. For all that I am an avid reader, I don’t often re-read books. Especially those I love. I’m always fearful that a second read dilutes my original experience. They stay on a pedestal inside my head. It can take me many years before I will go back and re-read them. I always thought if I were shipwrecked that I would prefer to have music with me rather than books. I can always make up stories in my head, but music is something I would never be able to recreate.

When and why did you begin writing?

As an introvert, I have always made up stories in my head. It probably wasn’t until high school, when I took a creative writing class that I started to actively write. Even then I was doing my own thing. I have no idea what my tenth grade teacher must have thought upon reading my introspective, fictional account of Montgomery Clift’s last days! My writing has been off and on since then. Writing is an escape for me. Usually I fall back on it when something’s missing in my life.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?High school. I won an English award in ninth grade and that encouragement stayed with me. I wrote for the school paper, published in the yearbook and submitted to all sorts of contests (that I never won). After college is when I started writing seriously—I was living in a different city from my family and was a bit lonely. It’s been on and off since then. But even when I’m not actually writing on paper, I always considered myself a writer because I had all these stories in my head.

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